Gabriel

That wide eyed look, the soft wonder in his smile as he stepped closer. God. It made it all worth it. Smiling, Gabriel raised up on his toes to kiss his mate. Their scents were mingled now, a clear sign of his pregnancy, however unexpected it had been. He dropped one hand to his waist to steady himself. Sam smelled warm and familiar, the sharp underlying tang of stress and gun oil weren't unexpected either.

"So, ah, hi."

Bag slung over one shoulder, both hands free, Dean tromped up the hall behind him. "Okay. Both of you inside. I've been living on coffee all night and if I don't eat something soon.."